More than three years have passed since Orgrim's tribe suffered a defeat, and now the entire eastern continent is filled with numerous orc bandits.
The Dragonmaw Orcs have also been entrenched in the wetland for more than three years. Their large army hid in the fortified city of Grim Batol, while some small teams dispersed and looted throughout the wetland. After the war, they rebuilt in the wetland.
The port of Menethil was also frequently attacked by the Dragonmaw Orcs, and Dunmod, the town built by the dwarves near the Sardo Bridge, was also plundered by the Dragonmaw Orcs once.
Magni Bronzebeard, the dwarf king of Ironforge, sent troops more than once to support the battle in the wetlands, hoping to drive the Dragonmaw orcs out of the dwarves' traditional sphere of influence. Unfortunately, in the orc war, the Bronzebeard dwarves also suffered heavy losses.
Like other human kingdoms, they were unable to expel these bandits.
The two sides divided strict occupation areas in the wetlands. Generally speaking, the Dragonmaw Orcs were the disadvantaged party. Although they could control the red dragons to fight, the number of dragons was also limited. Especially after the Orc War, the Red Dragons realized that,
Simply obeying the orcs because of the queen's threat would not make the queen's situation better, so the red dragons who could still move left here one after another, leaving only some children who had been completely tortured and lost their minds.
dragon.
Under such circumstances, it is already very lucky that the Dragonmaw Orcs can still survive.
But they were trapped in the wetlands, trapped in Grim Batol. There is no doubt that the dwarves did not even need to launch a large-scale war. Under the current circumstances, the Dragonmaw Orcs trapped in the city eventually
It will collapse due to lack of supplies.
After Zuluhid, Nekros the Skullcrusher, who became the chieftain of the Dragonmaw clan, finally found that things did not develop as he imagined, and he did not get the opportunity he expected at all...
"Chief Grommash has sent a messenger again."
In the chief hall of Grim Batol, this place used to belong to Orgrim, but now Skullcrusher is sitting on it. The orc warlock frowned. In front of him, there was a letter handwritten in animal skin.
"Invitation Letter".
The trusted warlock Draka Shadowburner stood beside Chief Dragonmaw, and he said cautiously:
"He invited you to participate in the war in Arathi Highlands. It is said that the Shattered Hand clan and the Thunder King clan have already joined. He is waiting for your reply."
"I know, I can understand every word on this!"
Nekros said boredly:
"I don't need you to repeat it to me! Grom thinks this is Draenor. The three clans come together to break through the heavily defended prisoner of war camp. This is impossible. The heavy cavalry of Stromgarde are so terrifying.
, you and I have both seen it...more than once!"
"I won't be their cannon fodder!"
Skullcrusher clenched the golden disk in his hand. He looked at the treasure in his hand in fascination. He reached out and stroked it. He murmured to himself:
"We will stay here, stay in Grim Batol. With the help of the dragon, no one can try to drive us away. Here, this will be the kingdom of dragon roar! Right here, we are not going anywhere!
"
"But the chief!"
The warlock Draka said with an ugly face: "We are seriously short of supplies. No matter how many scouts we send out, we can't plunder enough supplies. This is a wetland. It is too barren. If we don't join forces with them, we will
Will be trapped and die..."
"Shut up!"
Skullcrusher viciously interrupted Draka's persuasion. His eyes were red, and he stared at his most trusted lieutenant, as if looking at a stranger, or even an enemy, with that kind of confusion.
Malice, barely concealed.
"Why are you so eager to persuade me to join the fight, to join a battle that has nothing to do with the Dragonmaw clan! Say, have you betrayed Dragonmaw? Have you reached some unforgettable agreement with Grommash?
People’s dirty deeds? Have you surrendered to them?”
"Wow"
The orc chief stood up abruptly. He took a step forward and grabbed Draka's collar. His face was distorted and he roared:
"You think I'm going to lose? Don't you?"
"You think Dragonmaw is hopeless? Do you think we will be defeated by those dwarves?"
"Say! Traitor! Speak!"
"You are crazy! Nekros, you are already crazy!"
The orc warlock who was questioned felt that he was insulted. He opened Skullcrusher's hands and said viciously:
"If you don't trust me, then remove me from my position. Nekros, that artifact, you are inseparable from it. It is affecting your thinking. It has driven you crazy. No one with a brain can
You would invite dangerous black dragons into your city, but you just did it! Do you really believe that those black dragons are here to help you? Don’t be stupid! They are here for your artifact!"
"You! You still want to steal my artifact?"
Skullcrusher held the golden disc in his arms tightly, and he roared to Draka:
"Go away! Go away! There is no place for you in my clan! Dragon Throat doesn't need you anymore. Go away, don't let me see you again!"
"You're done!"
Draka was completely disappointed. He picked up the Dragon's Maw badge from his chest and threw it to the ground. He spat and strode into the darkness of Grim Batol:
"Dragon Throat is finished!"
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Draka Shadowburner, who was once one of the senior members of the Shadow Council, was an extremely outstanding orc warlock. However, he was born in the Dragonmaw clan and was very loyal to his clan, so he reconvened the Shadow Council in Gul'dan.
When he was a member, he did not participate, but chose to stay with Nekros the Skullbreaker.
But now, the once wise and ruthless Nekros has become useless...that artifact!
Draka keenly felt that it was the artifact called the Dragon Soul that was affecting him. That magic was indeed very powerful and could manipulate dragons and control them. But as a warlock, Draka learned the first
One truth is...any powerful thing has a price to use. Now it seems that the price of using the Dragon Soul is Nekros's completely defeated sanity.
"It will eventually destroy the entire Dragon Maw!"
The orc warlock returned to his residence. He guarded the door and quietly summoned a green eyeball, the Eye of Kilrogg, which was the most commonly used and useful detection spell among warlocks. He controlled this
The eyeballs checked various key positions in Grim Batol, and the sights he saw made Draka feel a deeper threat.
Those black dragons in human form wandering around Grim Batol, those guys who came uninvited a few months ago, their leader didn't know what reason he used to convince Nekros to turn the city into a black dragon.
They are open.
Draka Shadowburner had not heard of the war that took place in this world ten thousand years ago, but just relying on his warlock instinct, he could guess that these black dragons were not good and that these guys were manipulated by the Dragonmaw Clan.
The red dragons are different. They are more cunning, more manic, more powerful, but also more dangerous. And after chatting with those black dragons several times, the warlock can feel that the hearts of these black dragons are as dark as their appearance.
There is no doubt that they hide some secrets, and their leader is even more mysterious and almost never appears in front of Draka.
"Why are you here?"
The orc warlock used the Eye of Kilrogg to observe for a long time, but he still couldn't get the answer to the mystery he wanted to know. He knew that he would definitely not get the answer from these black dragons. After thinking for a long time, Draka Shadowburner
Pushing open the door, he followed Grim Batol's underground stairs and walked towards the huge pit at the bottom of the city.
Maybe, he can get the answer somewhere.
"Hoo, ho"
As Draka walked into the cave below the city, gusts of scorching wind came out from the dark cave entrance, with a certain rhythm, like the breathing of a wild beast.
He said hello to the orcs guarding the entrance of the cave. Although Nekros wanted to strip him of his position and status, in fact, the Skullcrusher, who was already confused and violent, could not manage the current Dragonmaw clan. This clan
The real manager is Draka. In the hearts of the lower-level orcs, this orc warlock is like the real chief.
The Shadow Burner walked into the cave. This was obviously a dug out cave rather than a naturally formed cave. The deeper into the cave, the hotter the air became, until the Shadow Burner saw the person lying in the deepest part of the cave.
That creature.
She has a huge body, more than 150 meters long, entrenched in the deepest part of the cave, like a mountain range derived from this land. Her body is covered with beautiful scales, each one of which is like a real work of art.
, filled with gentle light in the darkness, although the light was somewhat dimmed due to long-term imprisonment.
She seemed to be sleeping, with her huge head placed on her jeweled tail. Every time she breathed, the hot breath spurted from her huge nostrils blew Draka's hair up. The burning heat seemed to be approaching a volcano.
Unlike Nekros the Skullbreaker, Draka is filled with awe every time he sees this creature. In his world, there is no such magnificent creature. This represents strength and innate nobility. If possible, Germany
Rakka is absolutely unwilling to enslave it, not only because of the awe in his heart, but more importantly, unlike the Skullcrusher who only looks in front of him, the warlock Draka Shadowburner can see that once this creature is freed from slavery,
, the end of the Dragonmaw clan... will come in an instant.
"Well, Warlock, I can feel that you are full of doubts, confusion, and at a loss..."
In front of Draka, a pair of huge yellow snake eyes suddenly opened, like light piercing the darkness. The Red Dragon Queen did not move her posture, but looked at the tiny orc in front of her with a sleeping posture. There was anger and anger in her eyes.
She had murderous intent, but when the Dragon Soul still existed in Grim Batol, she was too weak to resist.
"What do you want to know from me?"
Alexstrasza asked softly, and the deep voice was like thunder. As one of the guardian dragons, the Red Dragon Queen had seen the real founder of this world with her own eyes, and received enough insights from those great beings to shake her.
The power of the world, she has seen civilization staggering forward in confusion, she has also seen the first war in the mortal world, and she has witnessed the rise and fall of the night elves and troll empires.
But no matter which civilization it is, no one dares to treat her so crazily...The orcs did it and enslaved her with evil artifacts. This was unimaginable and indescribable in Alexstrasza's tens of thousands of years of life.
shame.
The Dragonmaw Orcs are dead!
Whether it is the Red Dragon Queen or the orc warlock in front of the queen, it is very clear... no one can save the Dragonmaw clan, these orcs are running towards death.
"I want to ask you, those black dragons, have you seen them, right?"
Draka leaned forward slightly, expressing his respect, and said softly:
"I dare not ask for your forgiveness. All this can only be said to be destiny. If I die in your hands one day, it will also be fate. But before death comes, I hope I can die with some understanding.
Instead of being sent to hell for no apparent reason."
"Those black dragons, what is their purpose in coming to Grim Batol?"
"Black dragon?"
The Life-Binder closed his eyes and murmured like a dream: "Of course I know them. I knew it from the day they arrived in this city. They dare not appear in front of me because they are afraid. They are afraid."
..."
"What are you afraid of?"
Draka asked.
"The source of their bloodline, the fallen guardian of the earth, my former companion, its breath has completely disappeared in this world, just like a tree that has lost its roots, floating powerlessly on the tide, following the unknown future.
The direction moves along the current, and no one can protect them anymore. Just like the young rats whose hole has been uncovered, what awaits them is the encirclement and suppression from the entire world."
Alexstrasza opened her eyes and looked at the orc warlock in front of her with a playful look:
"If it were you, would you be afraid?"
The orc warlock fell silent, and the Red Dragon Queen closed her eyes again, her voice almost inaudible:
"They also want to get answers from me. They want to use me as a talisman to avoid the pursuit that is destined to come. They want to transform my children into monsters to fight for them, just like Nessari
They are extremely evil. They have inherited the evil blood from their fathers. It is really sad. I, the protector of life, have been snatched away by two gangsters, but you are destined not to succeed... Orcs, your chief, has been
Crazy, right?"
"Haha, this is the fate of holding an artifact as a mortal. In the foreseeable future, you will also suffer the same fate."
"You'd better watch me closely. In the past tens of thousands of years, I have never been so angry, and I have never hated a life so much. You are rebellious lives, and you should not exist...so don't let me
I break free of my shackles."
"That means your end... is coming!"
Come on, come on, it doesn’t make sense, right? The queen is perfect, okay... I’m really convinced, the official character design is not accepted, I can only say, the queen is perfect.
